"My place?"
Hearing this, Yu Daochen walked to the counter, picked up the Kanglong Jian, put on his trench coat, and walked out the door.
"Daddy, I'll go with you."
Yu Yijun wanted to follow, but Yu Daochen stopped her: "Stay in the shop and wait for me obediently."
After speaking, Yu Daochen walked towards the old street.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, submerging his ankles and leaving deep footprints.
Yu Daochen hurried towards the exit of the old street. From the phone call, he could tell that Li Xin seemed to be seriously injured.
In the dark night, only the streetlights cast a faint glow.
Just then, a figure stumbled towards them, panting heavily.
Because it was winter, their exhaled breath turned into white mist.
Yu Daochen looked closely, and the figure was none other than Li Xin, whose face was pale.
When Li Xin saw Yu Daochen ahead, hope appeared on his face. He clutched his profusely bleeding arm and shouted, "Master Yu, save me!"
Seeing Yu Daochen arrive, the two figures behind him swung their daggers fiercely towards Li Xin.
Yu Daochen was quick-witted. He stepped forward, arrived behind Li Xin, raised the Kanglong Jian, and clashed with the incoming daggers.
Clang!
A crisp sound of cold weapons colliding echoed around them.
Yu Daochen looked at the two masked figures who were poised to attack: "I'm here. Go to the Midnight Spirit Shop first."
"These two are not weak. Master Yu, be careful!" Li Xin nodded, reminded him, and then ran towards the shop.
The two masked figures exchanged glances, gripped their daggers, and attacked.
Yu Daochen was not afraid at all; instead, he felt a surge of excitement.
His strength had improved significantly over the past year, and he hadn't had a good spar yet. Now was the perfect time to see how strong he had become.
Yu Daochen was unhurried. He swung the Kanglong Jian, deflecting the dagger thrust by one of them, and then condensed the Tianqian Palm and struck out.
The other figure, seeing the Tianqian Palm coming, condensed arcs of electricity in his hand and struck out.
What!
When Yu Daochen clearly saw the arcs of electricity condensed in the figure's hand, his face was filled with disbelief.
Bang!
The two palms collided, and the figure was sent flying back several meters before falling to the ground.
Yu Daochen looked down at his slightly numb arm and then at the two figures: "Are you from the Heavenly Master's Mansion!?"
The palm technique used by that figure was none other than the Heavenly Master's Mansion's unique skill, the Five Thunder Palm!
Yu Daochen had not been sure at first, but the numbness in his arm confirmed it was the Heavenly Master's Mansion's Five Thunder Palm.
"You two, please stop. No matter what happened, why don't we sit down and talk?" Yu Daochen clasped his hands in greeting.
The figure stood up without speaking, exchanged glances with the other figure, and continued their attack.
Yu Daochen frowned, sensing something was wrong with these two, and they were likely not disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.
But the palm technique they used was indeed the Heavenly Master's Mansion's Five Thunder Palm.
One of the figures suddenly pulled out a chain from his waist and shot it towards Yu Daochen.
Yu Daochen's arm was entangled by the chain. The other figure, seeing this, rolled up his sleeve, raised his arm, bit his finger, and drew on his rune-covered arm. A suction force emanated towards Yu Daochen's palm.
The Corpse-Luring Chain of the Corpse Fishermen and the Soul-Absorbing Palm of the Ghost Taming Gate!
Who exactly were these two people before him!
Yu Daochen's face was filled with shock, but his hands did not slow down.
He grabbed the chain with his backhand and yanked hard. The figure felt an immense force and was directly pulled forward.
Yu Daochen, with his quick reflexes, raised his hand and delivered an elbow strike to the figure's jaw.
The temples and jaw – these are the weakest points of a person.
The figure, hit by Yu Daochen's explosive strike, was knocked unconscious on the spot.
The other figure, seeing this, became somewhat fearful. The magic he was casting slowed down instinctively.
In that one second of delay, Yu Daochen was already in front of him.
The figure raised his dagger, preparing to strike, but as soon as he raised his hand, Yu Daochen grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
The figure tried to break free, but Yu Daochen's hand was like an iron clamp, rendering his struggles useless.
Yu Daochen stared at the figure: "Speak, who are you?"
The figure remained silent and continued to struggle.
Seeing that the guy was stubborn, Yu Daochen increased the force in his hand, his voice turning icy: "I'll give you one last chance. Who are you?"
The figure's breathing became difficult, veins bulging on his face. If Yu Daochen applied just a little more force, he would surely die.
"Oh, you're quite stubborn."
Just as Yu Daochen was about to eliminate him, a voice came from behind the figure.
"Master Yu, spare him!"
Seeing the main culprit arrive, Yu Daochen threw the figure aside.
Why did this voice sound so familiar!
Yu Daochen gazed at the figure slowly emerging from the darkness.
He wore a black overcoat, standing remarkably straight. He held a cigarette in his mouth, and the white mist he exhaled, mixed with the smoke, obscured his entire face, but the conspicuous scar on his face was exceptionally clear.
Yu Daochen was so stunned that he couldn't speak, looking at the man before him.
He was all too familiar with the man before him; even if he forgot anyone else, he could never forget him!